After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 108: Old Madam Grant’s Mysterious Disappearance! Who Kidnapped Her?

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Old Madam Grant’s Mysterious Disappearance! Who Kidnapped Her?

Vivian looked into Old Madam Grant’s eyes and spoke with relative calmness, "Madam, please stop hanging your life and death on me."

"I cannot bear it."

"As for the scheme you set against me back then, you wouldn’t want all the people of Aurehua to know about it, would you?"

Old Madam Grant was shocked, trembling as she pointed incredulously at Vivian, "You, you actually threatened me!?"

"Vivian Sinclair, since you married into the Grant family, ask yourself how I’ve treated you! Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"

At this moment, Old Madam Grant stopped pretending.

Vivian no longer complying with her wishes only made her a guilty and unforgivable ingrate in Old Madam’s eyes.

In her mind, she believed she had humbled herself enough, even belittling her status as an elder to coax Vivian into staying with the Grant family. Yet, she was too unappreciative, repeatedly refusing her, repeatedly being so absolute!

A hint of resentment arose in Old Madam Grant’s heart.

Just as Vivian was about to say something more, Mrs. Archer suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Young Madam, I beg of you."

"The Old Madam cannot take any more agitation, and the whole Grant family can’t endure any more storms..."

"Please, I’m begging you."

Mrs. Archer was constantly giving signals to Vivian, not to further coerce her, but fearing that Old Madam Grant might really pass away.

Ultimately, Vivian swallowed her anger and said nothing more.

She dropped what she held in her hand and turned to leave.

Mrs. Archer promptly and wisely followed her.

"Speak, what exactly do you want to do?"

"You know it was only because of Dr. Archer that I backed down this time."

Mrs. Archer, eyes red, said, "I know, Young Madam."

"Thank you for holding back just now, but surely you wouldn’t want the Old Madam to pass from the agitation you caused, right?"

"She is completely spent."

"These multiple resuscitations... Even I don’t know how many more days we can be with her."

"The previous estimate of three to six months... seems a luxury now."

"If the Old Madam really died from your words just now, could you really live with the guilt?"

"Though she has wronged you, one thing she said was true! She’s always been sincere to you; she liked you and wanted you... to marry into the Grant family."

Vivian gave a cold snort.

"Sincere?"

"Sincere is controlling me, making me lose my identity as an artist, wanting me to stay in the Grant family forever as a pawn?"

"And, I ’thank’ her for her affection; I truly cannot bear it!"

Vivian was also sincere with Old Madam Grant, wasn’t she?

Time and again, she compromised, prolonging and halting the divorce proceedings with Austin Grant for her.

She stayed up late designing that set of jade ornaments for her personally.

Every time she knew returning to the Grant old mansion meant facing hostility, yet she would go back not wanting to offend the old Madam.

Wasn’t Vivian’s sincerity just as trampled?

Time and again being used, time and again avoiding the core, forcing her to relent countless times.

Mrs. Archer knew Vivian was unhappy, so she hurriedly said, "As long as you don’t agitate the Old Madam, I can help you get back what you want."

"The tea set, I’ll bring it over for you."

"Just please, can you accommodate the Old Madam in her last moments?"

Vivian: "No."

She straightforwardly refused Mrs. Archer’s unreasonable requests once more, saying coldly, "I’ve fallen into this pit once; do you think I’m foolish enough to fall into it again?"

"Moreover, the Old Madam’s illness wasn’t caused by me."

"By the way, forgot to tell you, I’ve divorced your young master."

"So, please don’t call me Young Madam anymore."

"With these words, you should understand my intention. If she wants to... peacefully pass her remaining days, I’ll come for the tea set tomorrow."

Since she could retrieve the tea set, Vivian did not want to provoke an already critically ill elder, considering everything already past; the best she could do was ignore and cut ties.

Under Mrs. Archer’s shocked and surprised gaze, Vivian left quickly, but she hadn’t gone far when she heard a piercing scream from Mrs. Archer, "Ah!! Old, Old Madam—!"

"Someone! The Old Madam is gone—!"

In broad daylight, Old Madam Grant disappeared from the hospital garden, only a wheelchair lay tilted on the ground, along with scattered document folders.

Vivian paused her steps and returned.

Seeing Vivian, Mrs. Archer reacted as though she’d seen a lifeline, crying out in panic, "Miss... No, Miss Sinclair, the Old Madam can no longer walk on her own; someone must have taken her!"

Vivian hesitated but didn’t withdraw.

Instead, she asked the passersby, "Has anyone seen anything?"

However, no one paid attention to how Old Madam Grant had disappeared.

Upon checking the surveillance, they found that a cleaner had covered her mouth from behind, quickly rendered her unconscious, and then vanished around a corner out of the camera’s range when no one was watching.

But the contents inside the document envelopes on the ground hadn’t been taken.

It seemed the target was solely Old Madam Grant.

Seeing the surveillance footage, Mrs. Archer nearly fainted.

"Old Madam has been kidnapped! Who, who?"

Her voice trembled, tears began to pour incessantly, "It’s my fault, all my fault."

"There was trouble on the master’s side, so I had all the bodyguards over there to look after the master, not expecting anyone would target the Old Madam."

"Old Madam’s health can’t endure this; this could be fatal for her."

While crying, people from the Grant family’s management had arrived alerted by the news.

"Sister-in-law?"

A young Austin Grant stared at Vivian, his alluring eyes carrying a smile.

"You’re the sister-in-law, right?"

Vivian recognized his identity, Austin Grant.

He’s Theodore Grant’s illegitimate son.

It’s clear that he’s been in the hospital, which is why he arrived so quickly.

Vivian Sinclair: "No, I’m no longer the Grant family’s daughter-in-law."

Vivian nodded at him, "Since you’re here, I’ll leave this to you."

After speaking, she left without looking back. Austin Grant kept staring at her back until she disappeared, and only then did the corners of his mouth slightly droop.

"Mrs. Archer, don’t worry, I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon."

How could Mrs. Archer not be anxious?

She was almost dying of anxiety!

"Who is it?"

"Who on earth could it be..."

"During this time, our Grant Family has been so unlucky, one thing after another goes wrong. What should we do?"

"By the way, Second Young Master, has your father woken up?"

"If he were here, he would surely find clues quickly."

Austin Grant shook his head, "Dad has woken up, but he needs heart surgery, so I don’t dare to tell Grandma about this."

"Mrs. Archer, trust me, I will definitely find Grandma."

The determination in Austin’s eyes gave Mrs. Archer’s anxious heart some calmness. Perhaps... although the Second Young Master is young, can he really handle things?

On the way back, Vivian Sinclair was also thinking, who could have kidnapped Old Madam Grant?

She quickly had someone in mind.

Could it be... Lillian Rivers?

Or Austin Grant?

The two of them have always wanted something from Old Madam Grant.

But this time, after Lillian Rivers was exposed for having an illegitimate daughter, Gia Grant, her relationship with Old Madam Grant and Theodore was completely broken. There’s no way they’ll reconcile.

So it’s only getting harder for them to get what they want from Old Madam Grant.

Moreover, Old Madam Grant’s health is getting weaker and weaker.

Could it be that she was unwilling to let go, so she caused this trouble?

Vivian Sinclair took out her phone and called Patrick Powell, "Check where Lillian Rivers went with Gia after leaving the hospital."

Patrick Powell: "Yes. By the way, boss, is Jasmine not coming back to the tea house?"

Vivian Sinclair: "She’s been going back and forth between school and the sanatorium, so she won’t be coming back to the tea house for now."

"Are you worried about her?"

Patrick’s voice became a bit stammering, "She’s just a young girl... I’m afraid she might run into danger. After all, with her dad’s situation, won’t those people keep holding onto it?"

Vivian felt Patrick was acting a bit odd.

But she didn’t point it out, and instead said, "Then Jasmine’s safety is also up to you."

After hanging up the phone, Vivian temporarily set the matter aside.

The matters of the Grant Family, as long as they don’t affect her divorce, are irrelevant to her.

As soon as Vivian reached downstairs, she saw Elias Sinclair.

He was dressed in a long dark brown coat, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, seemingly having stood there for a long time.

Vivian turned to leave, but Elias seemed to sense something, looking up sharply: "Stop."

Elias strode over, grabbing Vivian by the back of her collar: "Why are you running?"

"Do you think I would eat you?"

Vivian shrugged off his grip, with a teasing look: "Mr. Sinclair, surely you’re not here for me?"

Elias squinted, "Mr. Sinclair?"

He seemed quite dissatisfied with this address.

"Vivian Sinclair, are you becoming more daring?"

"I waited for you here for an hour; do you think I’d come down here for a walk with nothing to do?"

Vivian sneered coldly, "Ha, I wouldn’t dare."

"I thought between Mr. Sinclair and I, there’s long nothing to say, like strangers."

Elias’s face instantly darkened, his eyes narrowing, an ominous tint in his gaze.

"Vivian Sinclair, do you really have to be like a hedgehog?"

"If I hadn’t come looking for you, would you really have been so heartless, not even going home, not acknowledging mom and dad?"

And me, would you really not even want me?

The words Elias didn’t utter were conveyed through his gaze to Vivian, for a moment giving her an illusion.

As if nothing had changed between her and Elias, he was still the brother who always held her lifeline.

But everything already changed.

"Wasn’t it you all who didn’t want me first?"

Vivian recalled those unbearable times, feeling quite uninterested.

She didn’t know how Elias found her, but even if he did, it didn’t matter, because there was nothing between them anymore.

He was the one who first said it wasn’t fitting.

Vivian was about to enter the building when she heard Elias say from behind, "Catherine’s been locked up."

"If you have any guilt towards her, I think you should go see her."

Why was Catherine locked up?

Without turning back, Vivian heard Elias continue, "She’s been on a hunger strike and refuses to eat."

"It’s been exactly three days of starvation."

"If you’re willing, you can go to the Sinclair Family and persuade her."

"I know you two have maintained contact privately, and your relationship is rather friendly."

"Vivian, Catherine seems to have a deep-seated trauma, and no one knows what she’s been through. If she had been raised in the Sinclair Family, she wouldn’t have these issues."

"Are you really not going to take responsibility for this regret?"